| Come o’er the stream Charlie, dear Charlie, brave Charlie
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| Come o’er the stream Charlie, and dine wi MacLean
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| And though ye be weary, we’ll mak yer heart cheery
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| And welcome oor Charlie and his loyal train
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| We’ll bring doon the red deer, we’ll bring doon the black steer
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| The lamb fae the brecken and the doe fae the glen
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| The salt sea we’ll harry and bring to oor Charlie
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| The cream fae the bothy, the curd fae the pen
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| And you shall drink freely the dews of Glensheerly
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| That stream in the starlight, where kings dinna ken
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| And deep be your meed of the wine that is red
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| Tae drink to your sire and his friend the MacLean
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| It ought to invite you, or more will delight you
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| Tis ready a troop of our bold Highland men
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| Shall range on the heather, with bayonet and feather
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| Strong arms and broad claymores, three hundred and ten
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| Come o’er the stream Charlie and dine wi MacLean |